Silent love

Chapter 41

On the previous chapter...

"You're drunk". He said, voice low, almost strained. "Go to sleep".

I opened my eyes, heart hammering in a way I hated.

"What? You'd rather kill me than fuck me?" I asked, voice sharper than I meant it to be.

I remember the way we were in the beginning. He was disgusted with me, well with most people. It made me wonder, would he ever try to touch me?

Or is he gay? Or he might be asexual?

He stilled again.

"I didn't say I'd kill you". He said.

"So you would fuck me?" I shot back, watching him.

He let out a slow breath. Like it cost him something.

"Go to your room, Yaqueline".

Then he turned and walked away.

I watched his back disappear into the dark hallway, and I didn't move for a long time.

Am I going to regret this tomorrow?

Probably yeah.

                                       ʚ FEDERICO'S POV ɞ

I was back in bed, technically. Sheets rumpled, lights off, the clock ticking past five.

But I hadn't closed my eyes once. Not since she'd walked past me in that damn dress.

That dress.

Dark brown, silk clinging in places that hadn't been meant for my imagination. Her skin warm from dancing, eyes glassy with alcohol and defiance.

I never once saw her wear something like this. It must be something out of her comfort zone. Not that I am complaining, but normally she would wear something more modest.

Either way, it suited her.

She'd looked soft and dangerous all at once.

Like something I shouldn't want.

Like something I wanted anyway.

I could still hear her voice. "You'd rather kill me than fuck me?"

No hesitation. No fear.

Just heat, wild and unfiltered, like she didn't care if I burned with her.

She is an attractive young lady, there is no denying in that. It was just through the circumstances that we met, we didn't think like that.

At least that's what I thought. I always tried to ignore my thoughts if they went the other way. Mostly out of respect too, but also I'm not someone she wants to hook up with.

She wants someone to build a deeper connection with, an emotional one. I don't think I can give that to her.

But I can try to change for her.

We come from very different worlds. She had a loving one, and in my world love didn't exist.

I ran a hand down my face and sat up.

This was stupid.

I should've let it go. But my legs moved before I decided anything else.

Quiet down the hall, door after door until I was standing outside hers.